Elegy in a New Zealand Country Churchyard (After not Gray but Catullus) Off the West Coast Road a third of the way from Darfield, brother-in-law, they scattered your scanty ashes, and though Beauty is not the be-all and end-all of…
Night Song for my Wife to Sing at Dawn, with Ducks (Back in Christchurch, fifty years after she left) Solo: My Wife I sleep while he wakes to write these thoughts for me. My thoughts sleep with me through…
Spring, 1940 (Christchurch) This morning Mary Ursula Bethell saw “Suddenly a weeping willow green, Beside the mechanic street.” Meantime Frank Thomas, Gear-changing effortlessly his fine machine, Motored over the “grey, stone-heavy bridge” To his garage – his garage –…
